#i truly loved this sketchbook

[linaxart]

Finished sketchbook [march 2022-april 2023] 3/3

[nouverx]

The Cannibal Overlords 💀

[fernsnailz]

violently shakes out my bag of random team dark art

[tyrramint]

Yeah, I’d say you will

[decoloraa]

Briggs most badass doctor and a man that can even stare Olivier Mira Armstrong down: Val Beauxclaire

Found these sketches and decided to redraw some of them. I‘m surprised how little changed in Casther’s and Val’s designs, whereas Thea did change a lot.

[judicent]

Yeah, I did fill 4 sketchbooks in 4 months so far this year. Huh? Am I gonna post even an ounce of it? Well, you see, I am allergic to my phone, so you will have to come CATCH ME

[noctilionoidea]

Iphis and Ianthe doodle because the world needs more of them

I’m fully aware that Iphis wouldn’t actually have top scars considering he was physically transformed. It’s more so just to create a connection with the viewer on how I like to see the myth, ie Iphis is a trans dude and Ianthe loves him with her whole being. Which is just one extremely modern perspective! But it’s the one I go for.

Happy pride!

[chaotictomtom]

finished earlier this evening putting together every drawing of last sketchbook togehter and. it's 30 pages of misc themes (movies music etc) + 21 startrek pages....

[blastburnt]

once i learn how to compose comics...... writers i am coming for you

[nerice]

Red Hurting Sun and/or (idk what the timeline/overlapping here is) Dream Game sounds like a hellfire and the Belle/Faye dynamic does too.

And I would read the fuck out of said hellfire.

ya!!!!!!!!! red hurting sun is the faye/belle dynamic tag so it's part of dream game (the novel !!) pls join me while i go insane over it for the rest of 2023 w

they have their first little scene in the epilogue of the main book/current novel actually (cute little r*bbit parallel moment where faye gets belle to swallow the eternal souls. dw about it this is not going to come back around At All :))) just preheating her for all that is to come <3 nd by dream game 2yrs later they have settled into an iffy little mentorship where faye is the only adult belle trusts bc she keeps appropriate distance and does not try to replace the family belle lost (oh well. !) history tells us soulless make excellent parents & faye gets just a tiny bit impatient guiding belle thru the process for the 723th time (normal behavior. illusions of you killing everyone you love etc) but belle absolutely thrives on the antagonism and the impossible expectations bc she always knew she was destined for great things! :))))! this ends well, ofc

[mave-riq]

The mods are asleep, quick - post Yasuhiro Nightows gag drawings of Wolfwood and a blow up doll

[natty086]

These colors? SCRUMPTIOUS!💖

[ko-odi]

haunted art dump,,, part,,, 5,,,,,,, oldest to newest,,, UAAAGHHH

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[zemfruit]

I wish I was so passionate about art... About anything really

[ofcowardiceandkings]

id love to just draw more of my own shit but 1) time / energy and 2) the time i have is owned by blorbos

[entitled-fangirl]

One happy marriage.

Benedict Bridgerton x wife!reader

Summary: the reader lies about something important and finally breaks down to tell her husband about it.

Masterlist

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"I have started our marriage with the most audacious lie, Benedict!"

He looked up from his sketchbook with a curious look, "Whatever are you talking about, my dear?"

Y/N covered her mouth with a quiet sob. The lie was eating at her every day and she knew sooner or later the truth would reveal itself. Too bad she revealed it on her own.

Benedict frowned and stood quickly. He raced towards her and sat down cautiously on the sofa next to her. One arm gently pulled her to him, "Darling? I'm sure whatever it is can be forgiven."

She shook her head quickly and spoke through hiccups, "No…. It's unspeakable. Pl… please don't leave me."

This started to worry the poor man.

His hands gently ran up and down her arms, "I promise you, my dear. Whatever has happened, we will be as we are now."

She pulls away from him and wipes her eyes. "I am so sorry, Benedict."

He felt his heart break at the sight of her tears and pleads. "You must tell me what has troubled you this badly."

She shakes her head again, "I don't know if I can."

Benedict sighs.

He was a Bridgerton. And Bridgertons are nothing if not stubborn.

He gently takes her face in his hands. "How then, darling, am I to help fix this issue if I do not know of it?"

She stared up at him. How could she deny him? He was her heart. "I… I have lied to you so dreadfully."

He nods in thought, "Alright?"

She takes a deep breath, "I am an artist."

Benedict's head tilts. "Oh."

She looks up at him to gauge his reaction. "When we were courting, you asked if I was an artist. I said no. I… I lied to you."

He nods again with his lips in a tight line, "Yes. So you did."

She felt awful.

Silence fell over the two before Benedict broke it, "And your work?"

Her head perked up. "My work?"

He gave a slight smirk, "Yes, my dear, your work."

She nodded, "The… the paintings in the parlor… I lied. I do not collect them… I ma... I made all of those."

Benedict smiled widely. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned forward and kissed the crown of her head, "I know."

She stiffened. "What?"

He leaned back and his smile only grew, "I knew, darling. I've always known. I was waiting for you to tell me."

Now it was her turn to feel a bit speechless.

Benedict continued, "I understand why you lied. Those pieces are gorgeous, and the last thing you wanted was your courter... well... your husband... to feel… lowly of his own work-"

"-but your work is lovely, Ben." She quickly interrupted.

"Ah, yes, but not like yours, my dear."

"But how did you know?"

He shrugged, "John Marques is not a real painter." He leaned close to her ear, "And yet, his name is on every plaque in the house."

She let out a laugh so happy, Benedict swore he had never heard one that matched.

She jumped into his lap and held him close.

And he was beyond happy to hold her so near.

He pulled away just to kiss her.

They could feel each other's smiles as their lips pressed together.

She broke away, just close enough to feel his breath on her lips, "And you truly aren't upset at me?"

He laughed, "How could I be? My very own wife, a most talented painter? How on earth could I ever be upset? I'm the happiest husband in the ton!"

Two artists make one happy marriage.

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